After the myth

Chapter 979: Fingerprint Hunt
In just a moment, Ding Huan knew that he had to rush out from the gap in the barrier that had just been torn open, otherwise he would have no future.

At this moment, Ding Huan no longer cared about any sequelae, and madly burned the Dao rhyme and blood essence and vitality.

As the Tao and vitality were burning, the space around Ding Huan seemed to be burned through by a sudden explosion of Tao fire.

The suffocating space began to loosen, and Ding Huan finally got a little space.

He saw the existence that posed a threat to him, it was a giant handprint.

Even though he was about to die, Ding Huan still remembered the tragedy in the Earth's mythology about the monkey being unable to break out of the Buddha's hand seal.

The direction from which the handprint stretched out was obviously the chaos where he had just come from.

Ding Huan was still burning his blood and essence desperately, and he only had a few seconds to survive.

The God-Eating Spear in Ding Huan's hand, carrying his powerful and desperate will, was blasted out by Ding Huan.

The aura of the God-Eating Spear became violent, like a ferocious beast that would choose its prey.

Ding Huan caught the feeling of unwillingness and anger.

Ding Huan could only say sorry. He always disliked this God-Eating Halberd for some unknown reason.

He had to escape, so he had no choice but to sacrifice it.

The whole process took less than half a breath, and Ding Huan was already skin and bones.

The avenue and vitality he just burned were too huge.

The space loosened, and the God-Devouring Halberd, which was filled with endless violent and murderous aura, blocked his retreat.

Ding Huan had no other concerns and rushed madly towards the gap in the barrier.

boom!
The God-Eating Spear exploded.

The endless laws of heaven and earth were shattered at this moment, and the space of heaven and earth collapsed.

A violent murderous aura raged behind Ding Huan.

The God-Eating Spear exploded and tore apart the enormous handprint.

Even though Ding Huan was fast enough, the terrifying aura still hit his body.

The God-Eating Spear is his magic weapon. Even if it explodes, it will not cause much harm to him.

But after the handprint was torn apart, the murderous aura that exploded was simply terrifying.

It was like the collapse of the universe, blasting in all directions.

In just a moment, Ding Huan's body was torn apart like a rag, and his bones made a series of crackling sounds.

Ding Huan knew very well that he must not let his bones collapse at this moment.

Once all the bones in his body collapse, his chance of survival will be over.

His vitality was constantly being taken away, and at this moment Ding Huan was ten times more miserable than King Jiang Jian who had escaped before.

The miserable King Jiang Jian is just skin and bones.

Ding Huan's flesh and blood are now blurred, his skin is not even intact, and his bones are on the verge of breaking.

If it breaks, his entire body will turn into a pile of broken bones.

Taking advantage of the gap between the self-detonation of the God-Eating Spear and the collision of the Yuan Qi Handprint, Ding Huan fled frantically.

If it weren't for the Tree of Life providing him with vitality, Ding Huan would have definitely turned into a pile of paralyzed bones long ago.

But the handprint behind him obviously had no intention of letting him go.

Although the hand print was torn apart by the self-destruction of his God-Devouring Spear, a complete finger print broke out of the self-destruction space of the God-Devouring Spear and followed Ding Huan's back like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The terrifying murderous intent forced Ding Huan to continue fleeing even though he knew that his path might collapse if he continued.

The vitality of the Tree of Life was desperately replenishing Ding Huan, but Ding Huan's world was still rapidly becoming darker.

"Crack!"

When Ding Huan heard the sound of his bones breaking, he felt despair in his heart.

Bang!
The broken handprint behind his back finally hit Ding Huan's back, and Ding Huan was blown away like a spinning top.

He can no longer spit out blood.

At this moment, his body was riddled with holes, his internal organs were all torn apart, and the mottled blood and flesh mixed with broken bones made him look as if he had been shredded in a blender.

Ding Huan fell into the void and opened his mouth, and he found that he was still alive.

His body looked completely inhuman, but he was still alive.

The huge handprint was shattered by the self-detonation of his God-Eating Halberd. After he escaped from the barrier, a finger print of the huge handprint kept chasing him.

Fortunately, the finger print was exploded by the God-Eating Spear, and the murderous aura was weakened by more than 90% in the end after it chased him for such a long distance in the void.

That fingerprint brought him to the brink of death, but still did not kill him.

Ding Huan moved his arm which was broken into several pieces, turned around and looked at the direction of the world of gods with his empty eyes.

He had never thought that there was such a thing in the vast universe.

This is simply not a level of intensity that the mind can reach. Ding Huan had never thought of it before.

Although he was temporarily safe, Ding Huan still understood that he could not go back to Blue Star Island. If he did, not only would he be seeking death, but everyone else on Blue Star Island would also die.

The faint breath of death did not leave him, and he could still feel the crisis and oppression of death.

As his divine thoughts rolled, the cosmic pot rushed out, Ding Huan fell on the cosmic pot, and the cosmic pot fled madly.

He must go to the Mist Realm, that is his only way to survive.

The one sitting on the cosmic pot was more like a pile of broken and bloody bones than a seriously injured Ding Huan.

The only part that was barely intact was his skull, but there were still several deep cracks on it, and it looked like it could break at any time.

The Tree of Life was madly supplying vitality to Ding Huan, but Ding Huan found that his bones could not be connected at all.

The terrifying murderous aura was constantly invading his body, and he didn't even have the qualifications to peel it off.

But the vague killing intent was getting stronger and stronger. Ding Huan could only force his broken bones to connect together, and then stood up tremblingly.

His behavior is no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

Now he cannot recover on his own, but as long as he finds a place to slowly peel away the murderous aura that is tearing and corroding his body, he will recover sooner or later.

But now forcing the bones together is equivalent to using his own rules of the Tao to force the bones to fuse.

The murderous rhyme that corrodes his body will be further integrated into his avenue and blood.

It will be several times more difficult to eliminate them in the future.

But Ding Huan had no choice. The sense of crisis that was looming over him was getting stronger and stronger.

If he had been a little slower, he would have been dead when the handprint fell for the second time.

His divine consciousness and divine essence are gone, but fortunately he still has the consciousness of Tao.

Dao Nian communicated with the jade slip of the entrance to the foggy world and tried hard to drive the cosmic pot.

The cosmic pot is Ding Huan’s first top-level magic weapon. It seems to sense Ding Huan’s anxious mood, even though Ding Huan cannot drive it with all his strength.

At this moment, the cosmic pot is still flying at full speed.

There was despair in Ding Huan's eyes.

He has the murderous aura of that strong man. If that strong man chases him, even a hundred Ding Huans would have no choice but to wait for death.

On the eve of Ding Huan falling into complete despair, he finally arrived at the entrance to the fog world.

What made Ding Huan feel relieved was that this barrier was not very difficult to open.

Despite being on the verge of death, Ding Huan continued to burn with life.

He had no other capital and could only rely on the vitality provided by the tree of life to burn.

Under the mad burning vitality, the divine consciousness gradually extended out.

After recovering a little, Ding Huan opened the fog world barrier as quickly as possible, and then controlled the cosmic pot to rush in.

If that handprint could still blast into the fog world, then he could only accept his fate.

The moment he entered the fog world, Ding Huan felt that the rules of the world around him seemed to have changed suddenly.

The aura of death and oppression that lingered in his mind also disappeared at this moment.

Ding Huan really wanted to stretch out his spiritual sense to take a look, but now he couldn’t stretch out even a little bit of his spiritual sense.

It was already a stroke of luck that he was able to break the barrier.

The bones of the body that had just been forced to stand by using its own laws of Tao broke again at this moment, and Ding Huan had already fallen onto the deck of the cosmic pot.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the handprint can't penetrate, his life will not be in danger for the time being.

Thinking of that horrifying handprint, Ding Huan felt for the first time the terror of a truly powerful person.

What are the seventh and eighth steps of the avenue?

What does the saint mean?

Under that handprint, there was no chance of resistance.

That's not an equal approach at all, what's the point of fighting?

Ding Huan took a deep breath and glanced at his broken body with his empty eyes.

He couldn't see, but he could feel the tatters of his body.

If one day, Ding Huan could return to the world of gods, he would not be able to vent his anger unless he turned upside down the center of chaos and crushed it into pieces.

He felt sorry for the Tree of Life which risked its life to save his life, and he also felt sorry for the great cosmic art he had created.

After slowly calming down his emotions, Ding Huan was able to communicate with the outside world through his thoughts.

He now has no spiritual power and his eyes are completely blown out.

Communicated with the monitoring array on the cosmic pot just by thought.

All the images he could perceive were blurry and hazy everywhere.

This is the real fog world.

That hazy area was not fog at all, but a unique rule of heaven and earth.

Feel the breath of rules between heaven and earth.

It seems that the rules are no lower than those of the world of gods.

What Ding Huan is most worried about now is that after the cosmic pot falls to the ground, someone will see it and snatch his cosmic pot away in public.

Unfortunately, he was seriously injured, and what remained on his wound was the great Dao rhythm of that powerful man.

He didn't dare to enter his own avenue world.

That strong man is so powerful. Once he can sense his world of Dao through the rhythm of killing, he will probably not have any chance in the future.

Although he couldn't do such a thing, after experiencing the powerful man's big handprint, Ding Huan was no longer sure whether others could do it.

For the sake of his own safety, he did not want to bring this murderous rhyme into his own world before completely removing the remaining murderous rhyme from his body.

In addition, because his physical body was almost collapsed, the Tree of Life was now withered, and the Avenue World was also in a state of decline.

If he went in at this time, it would very likely cause his world to collapse.

After a few days, the cosmic pot came to rest on the ground.

Even though there was fog all around, at least no one was there.

Ding Huan put away the cosmic pot through his mind and slumped to the ground.

The Yuan Qi of heaven and earth was relatively weak, so Ding Huan did not dare to implant it into the Dao Meridian casually.

After all, he was unfamiliar with this place. If a strong person was attracted by the Dao vein, how could he survive?
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